Linda M. Crate- Two Poems

i am not my mother 

 

distance

fell between us

heaven

remembering the silences

falling like winter

that was

born between us,

and you tried to cut across it all

with a borrowed flame

but you were autumn born

and your feeble attempts were lost

in the devious smile of the

moon;

for i am summer born

the child of starry lit skies and silver

moons

cerulean skies and jade oceans—

soft soft

for i have always been jealous

of your colors of

yellow, orange, and red;

but i will not lie

they do not across this blue that has fallen

between us nor the white that builds

her dead flowers of ice

in a thick monument

as if reconstructing the palace of the white witch—

i came through you

but i am not yours, i tried once to appease you

only to bring us both misery;

i am not you i am me

so let me fly

free.

let me be me

 

i love you

sometimes i know i do not

say it often enough,

but the feeling

remains

for i am passionate as the flames

that brought me into your

arms one summer night;

we are different as 

day and night—

i wish you could understand

sometimes i tell you

things not for counsel or advice 

but to speak to you of my

life,

and i know you fret and worry

but God is the one 

ordering my steps as zigged and zagged

as they are—

i know i am distant,

but it is not 

entirely my fault to blame

relationships are two way streets and i feel

like i'm usually the one to make the

effort and so i just let it go;

i am your daughter

but i am me

let me be different, there is no sin in 

that.